Personal Space..Hello My Old Friend

One week has passed in Bali! My Indonesian is slowly progressing, my quads are pushing my bike pedals to our limits and I'm sorry to say it but I'm trying to identify in my poo what is what from when because like "Bali Belly" is a thing and it's not happening but something doesn’t seem like totally right . I'm sorry....POO TALK NEEDS TO BE MORE NORMAL PEOPLE... Sarah if your reading this I know you’re laughing ;) anywayss.....

A chunk of the group went away this weekend, including my roommate. So I had the room to myself and I realized some shit..

1. This is the first time I've had a room or for that matter ANY SPACE to myself in quite awhile.          (5 months)

2. On my way to Bali I felt the smallest, creeping in and ruckus causing bit of home sickness.

I'm blaming it on the fact I had to take a shuttle full of chatty people after waking up from a nap. I get very post nap grumpy. But it was the first time I'd ever, like ever in my life, even sooooo slighty , experienced feeling "home sick". It vanished once I put on head phones and had a coffee!

It just got me thinking about my time away from home you know, IT’S BEEN 9 BEAUTIFUL MONTHS! I used to complain about my dingy old mattress I’ve had since 5^th grade. Having to flip it over every 3 months to try and contrast the mold of my body that kept me snug beneath the sheets. The one thing louder than the age revealing creek of the bed frame was the Squirrels living in our attic just above my room. Yet here I am thinking God I miss those guys, they knew how to party. One day I came home from work and my cat had caught and killed one squirrel on my bedroom floor. Like meow hey girl house warming present for you...I still keep a photo as a little memorial.

 R.I.P Chip.

Jolly Swagmans backpackers. If I may I’m name dropping with no subtly. This was my first home away from home and I’m convinced it’s one of the best hostels in Sydney. I shared a dorm with 4 other people for one month, no rodents or mattress impressions from sleepers past. From there I found a share flat with 4 people, 3 in my room and the owner in their private rom. Relieved from my duties as top bunk occupant. A vacant single tier bed never looked so welcoming.

I stayed there for 6 months. My roommates and I became a sisterhood of traveling hairspray, heels and hot or not outfit critiques.  The only thing I would have changed was the number of bathrooms. But some mornings I'd just use the lobby bathroom on my way out and brush my teeth at work. No sacrifice no victory right?! I guess I gave up the freedom of walking and dancing in the nude so I could save on rent. Or saying goodbye to my pet Squirrels so I could hang with kangaroos and huntsmen.  (knock on wood I’ve avoided contact with any large spiders so far)

In Thailand I was supposed to share a room with one other stranger. Turns out I ended up having my own room and a double bed and I was like wow this is the first time in 4 months that I'd be sleeping in a room alone AND A DOUBLE BED. I had a bubble bath, bought snacks, tucked myself in annndd couldn’t sleep a wink. No squeaky bed, no backpackers coming to jump in the bed under me , no Sam snoring. Just an empty room with all the qualities I'd been dreaming of, yet I felt like a child just woken up from a nightmare. It was a bizarre feeling. The next night I was sleep deprived and probably heat stricken so I slept like a rock!

The idea of less personal space and no permanent address somehow appealed to me when my roommate asked me to join her on a month long roadtrip. Me , Her, our mutual friend and we awaited to find the perfect candidate to our Facebook ad , whom we met the day before we left. Ya'll take a moment of silence for the Salty Skinned Honey Please <3 One month in a rental caravan : undies hung from every possible corner, waking up 8am to the sun burning in with some ones sweaty legs across yours. Having no bathroom actually wasn’t a problem because none of us wanted to see ourselves in the mirror to often.

Then the Mona Vale Fam Jam! One big FUCK YOU to my landlord who ended up cheating us all out of our bonds. As for my brothers, where ever you may be now..bless up fam. One love. <3 That was another month of undies everywhere, this time boxers or sand filled clothes. I literally just had sand fall out of a pair of shorts I packed here with me. Kind of gross yet so nostalgic!

I've kind of been a well fed and employed hobo. In the sense that food is another word for community, employed means I can buy food and by hobo I mean travel bohemian to my friends and fam but more like I'm at the point where my life fits in a backpack and a laptop bag.

I'm not at all complaining!! After this I'm off to Tasmania for a week to see STICKY FINGERS. I'm gonna try asking people to pitch a tent in their backyards! An idea inspired by a fellow hobo I met here! Wish me luck, here too actually. I am challenging myself a bit to do more regimented writing. Don’t worry the quirky, freeness of the blog will live on. Untainted by the standards of grammar and word counts. Huzzah!

 Love you long time !